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Aaron Carter and My Inner Teen
Motherhood Doesn't Mean Saying Goodbye to Youth By Michelle Duncan
rang with a call from Debi telling us to hustle up to the front of the park, as we had Meet & Greet passes with Aaron!
ACK!
I told my sister, and when our initial shaking had stopped, we told the kids and made a rather impressive run to the front gate. How come you are always the furthest point from where you need to be when something important comes up?
Before we had a chance to catch our breath, it was taken away again as we were walked backstage by Aaron's tour manager. It took me about two seconds (give or take a second) to spot Aaron jumping around and chatting with Townsend, his opening act. He had a new haircut, which the mom in me found completely adorable. He had on tan shorts and what struck me as a '70s-style striped shirt – but hey, the '70s are back in style again, so I'm told. Heavens, I think I heard my bones creak...
My niece, Jessica, saw him just as we did, but was so flustered that as we walked past him, she covered her eyes and said, "I just can't look at him." I was shocked by the giddiness of her actions until I realized that if that were a younger me seeing Peter Tork of the Monkees, I would have certainly done the same thing.
While we waited to meet Aaron, my sister, Candy, and I tried to get Jessica to have her Aaron T-shirt autographed. My sister even offered to mount and frame it for her room, but Jessica wouldn't have any part of it. Still trying to convince her of what WE thought would be fun, Candy told her that she would let Aaron sign her shirt and me, trying to help out, followed suit and said I would let Aaron sign my jeans (I had on a tank top, so the shirt was not an option). The emotion of being so close to her idol was just too much for Jessica and she started to cry. Yikes. Thankfully, she calmed down and agreed that he could sign her ticket